Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.